Forch Fabalon

Forch Fabalon - What U Doing songtekst

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(Intro lead in)

We go harder than you use to doing all the thangs we choose to
Man I’m all about my pesos so the money move when I say so
And you probably use to haters,
But around me they gets no love
This Htown that’s Inglewood and it's brought to you by Fabalon

[Chorus:]

If you aint bout this paper what you doing
(What you doing huh?)
Cause I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
X2

(Verse one)

First things first nigga
Faba-lon for ever
Two
I will never ever be no lame ass nigga
Three
Maybe if you was smarter you would get on my level
My get get bread agenda is certified, we winners
Sideline nigga aint in it,
Intended for the real niggas out her pushing the frontline
It's rack time
So I get back to the money
Homegirl Chell told me focus
Think them niggas round you phony
So I’m, up all night till the morning
Treating my bread like my tenderoni
Two steps ahead of niggas really on it
So in the morning, that’s four step ahead of these fake niggas
Getting no younger aint no time to be waiting nigga
Don’t lie to me nigga if you aint down
You aint down,
I get it, I respect dat shit, but don’t sweat that shit
See you at the top of the mountain
When you get there,
I’ll be with a bad chick,
Feeling on my dick hairs,
Pissed about the stones I lost,
Out my writs wear, who going tell me something
Cause I feel like I done done it for the whole
Damn city and I’m ready
Racks on, racks on heavy
Fabalon yeah we on baby
(And I know them boys sick)
Once the album drop, single pop then oh shit!
Show you how to do it,
Show you I’m the man or the closest thing to it
Fu*k boy, kill yaself,
(What you waiting on!)

[Chorus:]

If you aint bout this paper what you doing
(What you doing huh?)
Cause I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
X2

(Verse two)
Nah,
I can explain it to you play boy,
I just know what I know what I know
Get that urge to get paper and I go,
All my get bread niggas they know,
It's dat feeling it's da glow
It's dat fu*k out of here nigga we aint got time to be talking about broke
We aint got time to be talking about slow
We aint got time to be talking about no
It's F-A-B-A-L-O-N Life
And it you aint down kill yoself twice
And I meant that disrespect (Nice!)
We gone keep on doing that same shit
That got us popping in the first place
Now we hotter than a flame pit
H-Town all day bitch,
(And you know it)
Still pop surround, still holding
Still double up pouring purp
Still in the mix hit licks get Yurp!
All of my gangsta,
All of my playas,
Still getting money, ducking the haters
Sucka for lovers nucka can't fade us
Still here, still till, still getting paper
So um, watch me, while I work,
Fabaloning doing my dirt
Man I know you see me shinning and it hurt
Boys talk down, but I kept tight work
Where I’m from tuff tongue get boys put to sleep but
E-Thugs talk tuff when they out of reach,
But you gets fu*ks up running into me
(Cause it's fabalon baby yeah!)

[Chorus:]
If you aint bout this paper what you doing
(What you doing huh?)
Cause I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
(I be getting money)
Yeah I be getting money all the time
X2
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